Saturday evening's PM Live Weekender was a good show. I felt pretty good after a great day that carried on into a good show. Then Sunday happened. My permanent headache decided that I was going to have a lousy day. I don't like using painkillers at the best of times but I had no choice by Sunday afternoon. The painkillers I take for this situation are the strongest of their kind. Something so strong should be able to cope with keeping a permanent headache in check, shouldn't it? Usually it does, except for Sunday afternoon. Eventually, the pain was reduced to a loud roar, which is not the usual dull roar that I can cope with. It was like a 20 ton steam hammer whacking a massive block of steel into submission right next to me. Every few seconds, the clanging sound of that hammer whacking red hot metal would echo round my head. I tried going to bed and gave up on scriptwriting and recording a radio show. Get some sleep and do it on Monday. Good idea.
Getting through the night to Monday morning was a fresh challenge. Sleep was not easy to come by. A doze here and a doze there does not make for a good night's sleep. It was still steam hammer day in the foundry that had started work in my head. At least it was now only a 10 ton hammer clanging on the hot steel. So not much improvement for the head and Monday is mostly a blank to me. I do know that the show didn't get recorded again, and it wasn't going to get done on Tuesday either.
Tuesday arrives and my head is finally getting back to the dull roar that stays mostly in the background. I need to catch the local express coach to London at 10.30 this morning and I make it with time to spare for a cup of tea in the cafe on Yeovil bus station. I need some good news today to perk me up a bit after the last couple of days. A pleasant journey to London with the day turning into a bright and warm sunny day. That's a good start to the day. My favourite butty bar had Louisiana Chicken baguettes today but I missed the last one and settled for a chicken tikka wrap instead. As I walked down Fulham Palace Road to the clinic, I saw something that made me smile. On the opposite side of the road, two minutes from the clinic, was a brand new Caffee Nero! That boosted the mood a bit. When I met the lovely Sara Thomas, the electrologist who was going to start zapping those pesky genital hairs, I was immediately put at ease by her friendly demeanour. We talked about what the electrolysis would do and how I was to look after myself during the coming months. Then came the moment of truth. An assessment of the area to zap and a test patch to see how I cope with the treatment. It's not as painful as I thought it would be considering the sensitive area getting zapped. My first full session is in three weeks time on the 12th of June. Working out the time line of treatment puts the surgery at the end of the year. It could well be the greatest Christmas present ever. TTFN.
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